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 Listen! O, listen!
 Here come the hum the golden bees
  Underneath full blossomed trees,
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 Listen! O, listen!
 Here come the hum the golden bees
  Underneath full blossomed trees,
   At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned. 
 Seeing only what is fair,
 Sipping only what is sweet,
  . . . .
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 Seeing only what is fair,
 Sipping only what is sweet,
  . . . .
   Leave the chaff, and take the wheat. 
 The wild Bee reels from bough to bough
 With his furry coat and his gauzy wing,
  Now read more 
 The wild Bee reels from bough to bough
 With his furry coat and his gauzy wing,
  Now in a lily cup, and now
   Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
    In his wandering. 
You are my honey, honeysuckle, I am the bee.
You are my honey, honeysuckle, I am the bee.
 For pitty, Sir, find out that Bee
 Which bore my Love away
  I'le seek him in your read more 
 For pitty, Sir, find out that Bee
 Which bore my Love away
  I'le seek him in your Bonnet brave,
   I'le seek him in your eyes. 
 The little bee returns with evening's gloom,
 To join her comrades in the braided hive,
  Where, housed read more 
 The little bee returns with evening's gloom,
 To join her comrades in the braided hive,
  Where, housed beside their might honey-comb,
   They dream their polity shall long survive. 
 The pedigree of honey
 Does not concern the bee;
  A clover, any time, to him
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 The pedigree of honey
 Does not concern the bee;
  A clover, any time, to him
   Is aristocracy. 
 The honey-bee that wanders all day long
 The field, the woodland, and the garden o'er,
  To gather read more 
 The honey-bee that wanders all day long
 The field, the woodland, and the garden o'er,
  To gather in his fragrant winter store,
   Humming in calm content his winter song,
    Seeks not alone the rose's glowing breast,
     The lily's dainty cup, the violet's lips,
      But from all rank and noxious weeds he sips
       The single drop of sweetness closely pressed
        Within the poison chalice. 
 The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved, in a tear of the 
sisters of Phaeton, so that it seems read more 
 The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved, in a tear of the 
sisters of Phaeton, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar. 
It has obtained a worthy reward for its great toils; we may 
suppose that the bee itself would have desired such a death.